Musing 24 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Nothing is lost, nothing tinkers with oblivion,
All leaving some trail of lesson for learners eager.
As we ruminate the days, hours or events of yesteryears
Considering them apt to be kept in iron chest
Or trespassing the old morals, ideals, precepts and theorems
Being trajectory and contrary to the contemporary wind blowing
Are the self defeating escapades from the light of motion,
A link estranged from the beginning by assuming it obsolete
Or the crater ignorance magnanimous enveloping the goal,
Obituary to the knowledge constant in self inked tomb.